Seeing the Body By Rachel Eliza Griffiths Fall 2018 She died & I—In the spring of her blood. I remembermy mother’s first injury. The surprise of unbornpetals curling light, red, around her wrist. 0 Comments
Ode to My Right Knee By Rita Dove Spring 2014 Oh, obstreperous one, ornery outside of ordinaryprotocols; paramilitary probie par excellence: Every evidenceyou yield yells. 0 Comments
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